My head is filled with tiredness today,
It's almost time for me to go to bed,
Yet still I have these fourteen lines to say,
Which I'll deliver from my sleepy head.
I'll close my eyes as soon as this is done,
And when I've posted on the book of face,
For this time I know tiredness has won,
And each line's like a tiny little race.
Just six to go and then I can lie down
And let my dreamy head through sleepers gate
I'll rest beneath that soft and gentle gown
Beyond the reaches of my past and fate.
I'm feeling tired, grumpy low and mean,
But now I've finished sonnet four-fourteen.
413 (13.08.2015)
She is the star of every show she's played
Her voice is matched by nothing but her style,
She speaks so proudly of the songs she's made
Then condescends to give us all a smile.
Her microphone is very, very good,
She's got a fold back monitor as well,
Her boyfriend packs them up like Robin Hood
Before they leave and drive off back to hell...
In perdition and heaven there are spoons
Whose handles are so very, very long
That greed and lack of sharing create wounds
Yet those who give create where they belong.
Compassion and a willingness to care,
They make a heaven which we all can share.
Her voice is matched by nothing but her style,
She speaks so proudly of the songs she's made
Then condescends to give us all a smile.
Her microphone is very, very good,
She's got a fold back monitor as well,
Her boyfriend packs them up like Robin Hood
Before they leave and drive off back to hell...
In perdition and heaven there are spoons
Whose handles are so very, very long
That greed and lack of sharing create wounds
Yet those who give create where they belong.
Compassion and a willingness to care,
They make a heaven which we all can share.
412 (12.08.2015)
In squalor children run through filthy streets,
The open cesspools of their tiny lives,
Still laughing though and smiling at the treats
That friendship has where will and love survives.
Between the running gutters of the road
Past houses filled with misery and gloom
The tourist with his face a squirming toad
Points cameras at the mothers in a room.
He smiles at them and they sometimes smile back,
He'll show these pictures to his arty friends,
Or those of children sleeping in a sack,
That look so cool through his expensive lens.
At nighttime from the clean of his hotel,
He phones his wife to check that all is well.
The open cesspools of their tiny lives,
Still laughing though and smiling at the treats
That friendship has where will and love survives.
Between the running gutters of the road
Past houses filled with misery and gloom
The tourist with his face a squirming toad
Points cameras at the mothers in a room.
He smiles at them and they sometimes smile back,
He'll show these pictures to his arty friends,
Or those of children sleeping in a sack,
That look so cool through his expensive lens.
At nighttime from the clean of his hotel,
He phones his wife to check that all is well.
411 (11.08.2015)
There's time to go and time to come again
If we are searching for some peace of mind
Perhaps we should lay heavy on the pen,
And let it show us what it wants to find.
They spoke of things in very different ways,
There were no deep connections between things
They still believed that life was just a maze,
And that all things on earth were merely rings.
There are no signs, there is no certainty,
The world is run on random wheels of lust,
Man's struggle for some peace is vanity,
And nothing here is worthy of his trust.
But that's not how the world is made for me,
Where everything's connected if you see.
If we are searching for some peace of mind
Perhaps we should lay heavy on the pen,
And let it show us what it wants to find.
They spoke of things in very different ways,
There were no deep connections between things
They still believed that life was just a maze,
And that all things on earth were merely rings.
There are no signs, there is no certainty,
The world is run on random wheels of lust,
Man's struggle for some peace is vanity,
And nothing here is worthy of his trust.
But that's not how the world is made for me,
Where everything's connected if you see.
410 (10.08.2015)
We sat discussing what it's like to try
To build something when pieces are amiss,
And all the normal rules they can't apply
'Cause someone doesn't want it done like this.
We had this idea that the world could be
A little piece of heaven here on earth
If all of us were just allowed to see,
The human race for what it's really worth
A sense of ideology and trust,
A sense of empathy for fellow man
A sense of the proximity of dust,
A sense of how the universe began.
We sat discussing till the morning light,
Then wandered home and slept until the night.
To build something when pieces are amiss,
And all the normal rules they can't apply
'Cause someone doesn't want it done like this.
We had this idea that the world could be
A little piece of heaven here on earth
If all of us were just allowed to see,
The human race for what it's really worth
A sense of ideology and trust,
A sense of empathy for fellow man
A sense of the proximity of dust,
A sense of how the universe began.
We sat discussing till the morning light,
Then wandered home and slept until the night.
409 (09.08.2015)
I pray that all your restlessness will cease
I hope that you will come to understand
The thing you want and then you'll be at peace
And see that each step was long ago planned.
If only it were easy to relax,
If it were simple to just simply be,
If only there were never any cracks
Between our lives and really feeling free.
Don't strain, don't doubt, don't think too much my love
Don't let your quandaries drag those humours down
Just look at all the stars up high above,
We're far too small to worry, fret and frown.
Sometimes the only thing we need to know,
Is how to change our lives by letting go.
I hope that you will come to understand
The thing you want and then you'll be at peace
And see that each step was long ago planned.
If only it were easy to relax,
If it were simple to just simply be,
If only there were never any cracks
Between our lives and really feeling free.
Don't strain, don't doubt, don't think too much my love
Don't let your quandaries drag those humours down
Just look at all the stars up high above,
We're far too small to worry, fret and frown.
Sometimes the only thing we need to know,
Is how to change our lives by letting go.
408 (08.08.2015)
She stands outside of Waitrose with her mags
Saying: "Big Issue?" to those passing by
Who walk past with their heavy laden bags
As if her meek existence was a lie.
Sometimes some friendly faces stop and chat,
And pass her a quick fiver as they go.
An old man says something they both smile at
He makes her laugh and her face seems to glow.
Yet most people ignore her as they pass,
But still they stare at her poor withered arm,
They walk by like their hearts are made of glass,
Though hidden 'neath their eyes there's guilt and harm.
I hope that for the next half of my life,
I'll pay more heed to other people's strife.
Saying: "Big Issue?" to those passing by
Who walk past with their heavy laden bags
As if her meek existence was a lie.
Sometimes some friendly faces stop and chat,
And pass her a quick fiver as they go.
An old man says something they both smile at
He makes her laugh and her face seems to glow.
Yet most people ignore her as they pass,
But still they stare at her poor withered arm,
They walk by like their hearts are made of glass,
Though hidden 'neath their eyes there's guilt and harm.
I hope that for the next half of my life,
I'll pay more heed to other people's strife.
407 (07.08.2015)
So now the first forty-nine years are gone,
And my fiftieth year stretches off ahead
And I have calm and time to think upon
The life to come and the life that I've led.
Of course there have been ups and downs so far,
And I guess there'll be more of those to come,
Yet no matter how bad things sometimes are
I've always found that as a rule of thumb:
When friends are near the clouds are not so grey,
When family's close then storms pass quickly by.
So at the start and ending of each day
I send a little prayer into the sky
That all my friends and family's lives will be,
As blest as their life's blessing blesses me.
406 (06.08.2015)
The problem is when some are rich and known
That they forget what hunger was once like.
And gradually their hearts turn into stone
And they become as vicious as a pike.
So when you get too close to them they bite
Or every word is padded out with bile
And either they'll ignore you or they'll fight
Though if there's cameras then they'll force a smile.
It must be something deep inside the brain
That triggers lack of manners and abuse
And though you try to be polite and plain
They just can't help themselves it's still no use.
For some the only way is being rude
Oh Mr Mr what a lovely dude.
405 (05.08.2015)
A lovely summer's evening has been spent
Just standing by a castle near a moat
We watched the runners as they came and went
And walked around the folly while I wrote
About the things that I had in my head,
The words that I remembered from before
Which now I sit and write out while in bed
As though it were a part of nature's law.
The evening sun lit up the glowing leaves
And sent its shadows dancing on the land
It's beautiful for honest men and thieves
And anyone who has the time at hand
To sit a moment and be still and see,
That all around us nature's heavenly.
Just standing by a castle near a moat
We watched the runners as they came and went
And walked around the folly while I wrote
About the things that I had in my head,
The words that I remembered from before
Which now I sit and write out while in bed
As though it were a part of nature's law.
The evening sun lit up the glowing leaves
And sent its shadows dancing on the land
It's beautiful for honest men and thieves
And anyone who has the time at hand
To sit a moment and be still and see,
That all around us nature's heavenly.
404 (04.08.2015)
There is a street in London called Stanhope
Through which I wandered yesterday alone
It ripped me up and hung me from a rope
Some people live and die with hearts of stone.
At times it seems the world's only despair
But maybe that's just me losing control
To feel a single thing you have to care
And be allowed to have some heart and soul.
I guess I'm glad that I could stand and feel
Some empathy for all my fellow man
We all have different lives and that's the deal
We enter into when we join the plan.
But now I'm back in my garden again
Just writing words with my electric pen.
Through which I wandered yesterday alone
It ripped me up and hung me from a rope
Some people live and die with hearts of stone.
At times it seems the world's only despair
But maybe that's just me losing control
To feel a single thing you have to care
And be allowed to have some heart and soul.
I guess I'm glad that I could stand and feel
Some empathy for all my fellow man
We all have different lives and that's the deal
We enter into when we join the plan.
But now I'm back in my garden again
Just writing words with my electric pen.
403 (03.08.2015)
The stars came down and chased the blues away,
I catch myself just as I start to smile,
I realise that yet another day
Has slipped into the Never Again pile.
But I don't care I've had a funny time,
I cleaned the house and swam and played with kids
I did the things that I think help me climb
And what I think imagination bids.
It's been a sunny day and nice and warm
The summer's been so good so far this year
This afternoon there was a tiny storm
But it was nice to see the rain appear.
Another day for humans just like me,
I hope yours too was fun and you felt free.
I catch myself just as I start to smile,
I realise that yet another day
Has slipped into the Never Again pile.
But I don't care I've had a funny time,
I cleaned the house and swam and played with kids
I did the things that I think help me climb
And what I think imagination bids.
It's been a sunny day and nice and warm
The summer's been so good so far this year
This afternoon there was a tiny storm
But it was nice to see the rain appear.
Another day for humans just like me,
I hope yours too was fun and you felt free.
402 (02.08.2015)
Sweet music makes me feel at home and found
And I no longer need to be alone
It places my feet firmly on the ground
And melts my heart when it feels like a stone.
Without you in my life my dearest friend
I'm not saying I'd wither up and die
But there are places I could not ascend
Unless you're there to give me wings and fly.
I understand we all have different taste
There's music for each of us here on the earth
And none of it can ever go to waste
When we can understand how much it's worth.
So when you're feeling sad and feeling down
Come let me weave you a musical crown.
And I no longer need to be alone
It places my feet firmly on the ground
And melts my heart when it feels like a stone.
Without you in my life my dearest friend
I'm not saying I'd wither up and die
But there are places I could not ascend
Unless you're there to give me wings and fly.
I understand we all have different taste
There's music for each of us here on the earth
And none of it can ever go to waste
When we can understand how much it's worth.
So when you're feeling sad and feeling down
Come let me weave you a musical crown.
401 (01.08.2015)
Come fill my ears and make me feel alright
Let me respond to silence with a song
Let me push back the curtains of delight
And let the sun shine on me all night long.
I wake up with the birds who sing to me
I sleep well when the sea is gentle waves
I rest when wind is twitching in the tree
The sound of nature in my ear behaves.
I long for nothing with my favourite tunes
I'm never lonely, never far from peace
I hear the sound of lazy afternoons
May all of music's blessings never cease.
I wish to say I'm grateful for all sound,
Sweet music makes me feel at home and found.
Let me respond to silence with a song
Let me push back the curtains of delight
And let the sun shine on me all night long.
I wake up with the birds who sing to me
I sleep well when the sea is gentle waves
I rest when wind is twitching in the tree
The sound of nature in my ear behaves.
I long for nothing with my favourite tunes
I'm never lonely, never far from peace
I hear the sound of lazy afternoons
May all of music's blessings never cease.
I wish to say I'm grateful for all sound,
Sweet music makes me feel at home and found.
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